Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 478 – Who is the Hunter, and Who is the Prey?

Western Sichuan Base.

Under cold white lights, thirty-six massive holographic projection screens were arranged in a circular formation.

Torrents of data cascaded down the screens, refreshing at a frantic pace.

Chu Chen squatted unceremoniously on a wide metal swivel chair.

A lollipop dangled from his left hand while his right hand blurred across the virtual keyboard, leaving trails of afterimages.

Beside him lay a messy pile of colorful candy wrappers and empty glass bottles of high-concentration nutrient solution.

Chen Mo stood behind him, staring at the frantic flashing red and blue dots on the screens, feeling his scalp crawl.

“Bear Country capital camp, civilian evacuation.”

“Eagle Country west coast, personnel evacuation.”

“Europa Defense Line Seven, personnel evacuation.”

…

Chu Chen bit down on the candy, rattling off a string of commands in a muffled voice.

With every word he spoke, a section of defense markers on the holographic map shifted from green to a piercing scarlet.

Chen Mo swallowed hard. “Chu Chen, aside from our Western Sichuan, those other nine Rifts still under Federation control—are we really abandoning all of them?”

“Not even leaving a single sentry post?”

“Crunch.”

Chu Chen shattered the lollipop in his mouth.

“What’s the point of leaving them?”

“To serve as snacks for the Dragon Clan?”

He pulled up the global satellite map, where ten conspicuous markers were scattered across the Blue Star map.

“The Dragon Clan is rushing to expand the carrying capacity of the Rifts, which means in their eyes, Blue Star is just about ripe.”

Chu Chen tapped lightly on the screen.

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“Next, they’re definitely going to concentrate their forces and teleport into the ten Rifts we hold.”

Chu Chen turned his head to glance at Chen Mo.

The dark circles under his eyes were heavy, but those eyes gleamed like cold stars.

“The ones coming next aren’t here to commit mass slaughter.”

“They’re here to ‘herd sheep.'”

Chu Chen’s voice was flat, without inflection.

“They want to force Blue Star humans to overdraw their potential and evolve through high-pressure combat, raising the high-grade Crystal Bones they need.”

He pressed the enter key on the main console, locking onto those nine empty cities.

“Since they want to play catalyst, I’ll give them an empty-city stratagem.”

The moment he finished speaking, the Energy Thresholds of the nine Spatial Rifts on the main screen instantly spiked to their peak values.

At the same time, Chu Chen patched through to the private channels of Lu Yuan and Zhu Yan.

Howling wind blasted through the communicator. Lu Yuan was still gasping for breath: “You trying to kill me? Clearing one camp an hour—even a workhorse on a production team wouldn’t be pushed this hard!”

“Five days.”

Chu Chen cut him off directly.

“Within five days, you must clear out the remaining forty-five Rifts and send every survivor back.”

“Not even one extra minute.”

Zhu Yan’s cold, sharp voice cut in, with the crisp sound of snapping bones in the background: “What’s going on?”

“In five days, the capacity limit of the Spatial Rifts will be raised again.”

“At that point, Rank Eight Dragon Clan members will be able to come straight through.”

The channel fell into dead silence.

Rank Eight.

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That was a realm Blue Star had yet to reach.

If the Dragon Clan sent over a few Rank Eight fighters, the current Blue Star defense line would be pierced through like paper.

“Understood.”

Zhu Yan replied with only two words.

“I’ve sent you the Bloodline Suppression frequency that Song Qing analyzed.”

Chu Chen pulled another lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it.

“Don’t bother hiding the scales on your hands. Remove the limits and go kill.”

“As long as you don’t exceed the critical threshold, the gene regulator on my end can pull you back.”

The call ended.

On the thirty-six holographic projection screens, the countdown numbers pulsed with a faint crimson glow.

“Ten.”

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

Chu Chen crouched on the oversized swivel chair, dark circles heavy beneath his perpetually expressionless eyes, yet the corner of his mouth was unnaturally hitched upward.

It was a smile full of malicious amusement.

Chen Mo stood behind him, fingers digging hard into the edge of the tactical sand table.

He stared at the nine Rift coordinates scattered across the globe on the screen.

The lifeform vital monitors surrounding the coordinates showed massive high-energy reactions crossing the spatial barrier.

That was the expeditionary force from the Dragon Spirit Continent.

They had come for harvest and enslavement, setting foot on Blue Star’s soil.

“Chu Chen.”

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Chen Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

“All nine bases—everything’s buried underground?”

“Mm.”

Chu Chen spoke around the candy in his mouth, words slurred.

“When we evacuated from the magic capital, all the high-yield bombs we couldn’t take with us—I diverted every single one.”

“Nine Rifts. Three million tons of welcome gift under each one.”

Chen Mo sucked in a sharp breath: “What if Lei Jie comes out of one of those Rifts too!”

“She won’t die.”

Chu Chen’s gaze fixed on the countdown on the screen as it hit zero.

“At least Rank Eight strength, plus that freakish regeneration—this much firepower will just give her a perm at most.”

The countdown hit zero.

Chu Chen raised his right hand and, without hesitation, slammed down on the red physical button in front of him—no protective casing over it at all.

“BOOM!”

The command shot through military-grade encrypted satellite signals, synchronizing instantly to all nine coordinate points across the globe.

…

Blue Star, before the Far North Defense Base.

Gale winds whipped snow across the vast, desolate ice field.

A towering blue Spatial Rift, after a violent distortion, stabilized its form.

Countless elites from White Bone Pass filed out of it.

Around three hundred had been transported over, led by a Rank Seven mid-stage Pureblood Dragon Clan commander.

The male battalion took point at the front, composed of Demi-humans of various races and Collateral Dragonkin, the weakest among them at Rank Six mid-stage.

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Behind the formation were over forty female battalion warriors, including Hu Ya and Long Su.

Lin Fan, clad in a black leather coat, blended into the crowd.

“So this is Blue Star?”

The Pureblood commander took a deep breath, contempt written across his face.

“The Spirit Energy here is pitifully thin, and the air reeks of disgusting scorched earth.”

“I wonder what kind of trash this inferior world could possibly produce.”

Hu Ya hefted a heavy battle axe, scanning the abandoned defensive fortifications around her, her rugged face brimming with excitement: “Ning Shuang, there’s not even a single guard here! They must have pissed themselves in fear and run off!”

Long Su chimed in as well: “The Second Elder said to suppress them, not to slaughter. But there’s not a soul in sight—how are we supposed to suppress anyone?”

Lin Fan didn’t respond.

She stood on the cracked, dry earth, her heel grinding against loose stones.

The moment her spiritual sense touched the ground, it had already pierced through the surface.

Ten meters underground.

An extremely volatile, hyper-compressed energy was about to breach its critical threshold.

Pure physical destructive force, laced with high-concentration radiation.

Lin Fan’s eyelid twitched.

That bastard Chu Chen—he knew this thing couldn’t kill her, so he’d gone and buried all these nukes here without a second thought.

Evacuated the people, left the bombs in the ground, waiting for them to step right on it.

An explosion of this yield—forget these Rank Six Demi-humans, even that Rank Seven Pureblood commander would come out crippled.

She glanced up at Hu Ya and the others, still dreaming of plunder.

These women were now her Epic-grade Skins material.

If they got blasted to ash, this whole trip to White Bone Pass would have been for nothing.